Jay Bling

The older I get, the more “everybody’s coming this year” sounds like good news. Used to only care about what we were eating.

The person in the passenger seat who turns the music down to tell a story needs to understand how close we were to the chorus.

Nothing makes you miss being a kid like paying $900 to get your car back driving exactly how it drove before it broke.

Delivery apps will turn a $14 meal into $36 and still ask if I wanna help the driver buy a house. Let me find my keys.

Watch the background of your old videos. Somebody you miss is walking through the kitchen, fussing about something, not even knowing you were recording. That’s the part you keep replaying.

Don’t wait until my business starts doing good to tell everybody we grew up together. We grew up together when I was asking y’all to share the flyer too.

I miss when somebody said “I spent $100 at the grocery store” and you knew they needed help bringing it in.

A DJ will play your favorite song for 11 seconds then start doing tricks. Bro let me get to the part I survived something to.

As a kid, if your fridge had an ice dispenser, I thought your family had MONEY. I’d be over there getting water I didn’t even want.

Leaving a family gathering used to take an hour because our parents wouldn’t stop talking. Now I’m standing by somebody’s car finishing a conversation with my keys in my hand. I get it.

Some friendships are just sending each other sh!t all day because “this reminded me of you” feels too serious to say.

The best nights never started with a flyer. Somebody just said “come through.”

I used to sneak out the house to go to parties. Now I sneak out the party to go to my house.

I’d rather explain why I’m working two jobs than keep explaining why I need to borrow money.

I don’t care if you sell plates, clean houses, do hair, or drive deliveries. You’re getting up and figuring it out. I respect that.

I remember who helped me without making me tell the whole embarrassing story first.

The worst part was realizing I would’ve never even thought to do you like that.

I don’t bring it up anymore because I got tired of explaining why it hurt. Don’t confuse that with me forgetting.

You were comfortable asking me for a thousand dollars. Why am I uncomfortable telling you no?

I’ll never forget who let me keep saying “I’m good” when they knew damn well I wasn’t.